"So annoying." Chale Cheney grumbled.
But what can he do? He had to lower his head and continue to eat his meal silently.
Sylvan Cheney picked up his bowl, his eyebrows furrowed.
Chale wasn't enjoying his meal, with Jasy constantly on his mind.
Jasy hadn't eaten much, would she be hungry?
Spending time with Jasmine Yale, he felt his dependence on her was growing, feeling a sense of longing daily.
Could this be love? Chale wondered, his head in his hands.
As he took a bite of chicken, Sylvan's cell phone rang.
Sylvan took a glance, picked up the phone and walked to the distant balcony.
"Grandfather."
"What's the situation with Yolanda Fern and Chris Fern?"
"Chris attempted suicide, was resuscitated through surgery and is lying unconscious in the hospital. He might turn into a vegetative state, never waking up. As for Yolanda, she's been on the run for a day and we haven't found her yet."
"How have you not found her? Don't you have people in Landon?"
